Michael Guerin is a (miserableliar) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2020-08-12 16:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, michael guerin, sara lance (white canary) |
Who: Michael Guerin and Sara Lance
What: Reuniting after a few months
When: Early July, when Sara first got back
Where: The bar Sara works at
Ratings/Warnings: Fairly low
Status: Complete!
Michael stopped by a bar on his way home from the garage. Which wasn’t unusual. He liked to end his day with a drink or two. And he was pretty sure he was out, or at least running low back at his airstream. Besides there was just something about drinking at a bar.
He took a seat on an empty stool and waved the bartender over. Only to realize he knew exactly who she was. Intimately at that. He hadn’t seen her for months. Or heard from her even. Not that he had tried to get in touch all that much. But it was definitely a bit of a shock to see her. And he made it known. “Never thought I’d see you again,” Michael commented when she approached.
Sara’s face split into a wide, genuine grin when she caught sight of Michael, automatically reaching for the whiskey and a highball glass. She free-poured his drink, giving him a little extra, and then leaned on the bar in front of him.
“I’m not that easy to get rid of,” she said cheerily. “Didn’t think I’d see you walking into my bar so soon.”
“Your bar?” Michael questioned with a raised brow as he picked up the drink downing it in one long swallow.
“Wasn’t trying to get rid of you,” he added with his usual smirk on his face. “You were just… gone.” Though Michael was kind of used to people leaving him. He didn’t really expect anything different.
“Well, the bar I’m currently tending,” Sara said, shrugging. “I’ve only been here a couple of days, so I guess it’s too much to call it my bar just yet.” Not like the Double Tap had been her bar - sure, it belonged to Dan, but she’d felt a certain amount of ownership over it too.
Sara shrugged, glancing away to wipe down the bar. She had run away, it was true, just like the first time she’d left the county. Not because she’d betrayed her sister and couldn’t face the choices she made, but because she couldn’t face the choices she’d made in the dreams and had to get as far away from them as she could. It wasn’t like she could tell Michael that though. He wasn’t a dreamer.
“Guess itchy feet never really go away,” she said. “I should have called or e-mailed or something.”
She had lived above The Double Tap if Michael remembered correctly. He missed that place sometimes. But it wasn’t the same without Dan and Sara there. “Guess I’m gonna have to come to your new bar more often,” Michael said with a grin.
“Don’t worry about it. My bed stayed warm,” he added with a wink. Not that Sara really needed to know that information but the point remained, he hadn’t been heartbroken when she left or anything. Even if he did kind of miss the sex.
“I hope so. I missed seeing your handsome face,” Sara said with a wink. It was actually a stroke of luck that he’d wandered into her bar. She was pretty sure that she’d lost his number months ago.
“Anyone manage to warm it for longer than the occasional night?” she asked. She’d be a little surprised, maybe, if he’d decided to settle down, but only a little. It wasn’t that strange for people their age to start settling down.
“Can’t say I blame you,” Michael grinned, brushing his curls out of his eyes. “Wouldn’t have had to if you didn’t take off.” He couldn’t help but add.
“Maybe,” he shrugged. He no longer had a string of different people he slept with. Somehow he ended up with just two. Both of which seemed to be taking up a lot of his time and his nights. But Michael was still determined to keep things casual.
“Maybe?” Sara asked, raising an eyebrow. “Well, you can’t just leave it at that. Come on, spill. Is my favourite Orange County lay finally off the market?”
Michael laughed, shaking his head. “Nah,” he replied. “Pretty sure that will never happen.” Sure, there was a part of Michael that longed to be loved, something he had never experienced before. Or at least not since he was seven and he couldn’t even remember if he had before then. So even if there was a part of him that wanted it, it was just easier to keep everyone at arm’s length, prevent himself from getting hurt.
“Never’s a long time,” Sara said. She had no desire to settle down just yet, but that didn’t mean that she never would. It was just something far off in the future, in the off chance that she found someone who she wanted to spend the rest of her life with.
“You trying to take that spot?” Michael questioned a smirk on his face. There was no need to get so deep. He’d much rather flirt with her. He had kind of missed it.
“Only if it’s empty, and only for fun,” Sara said. She wasn’t interested in a relationship right now either, even if she did like spending time with Michael. She had to admit though, she was relieved to hear that he hadn’t managed to get himself in a serious relationship in the last few months. Once upon a time, that sort of thing wouldn’t have bothered her, but that was before she’d nearly destroyed her relationship with her sister and with Oliver. Getting involved with someone who was already involved just wasn’t worth it.
“Damn,” Michael quipped. “I was hoping we would bear our souls to each other and never part.” He was obviously joking. Especially considering his previous statements. “But I guess I can settle for fun,” he continued, a large grin on his face. “What time are you off?”
Sara looked at the large, analogue clock that hung above the bar, and then at the rest of the bar which, aside from one man frowning into the bottom of his pint glass and Michael, was completely empty. “If we don’t pick up, I think I can start closing up in about an hour.”
“I guess I can stick around till then,” he smirked. “If you get me another drink.”
“I wouldn’t expect you to stick around with an empty glass,” Sara teased, moving already to pour his drink. “You can entertain me with stories about what I missed.”